Lifting me up like a garage door I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition
And I need for you to be reasonable
How much? She said for three hundred dollars I'll do it Beating me down just like a rain storm I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on I know the skin is a jealous skin I know the sky it is it's competition
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